The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 67

Gu Qingfeng’s gentle yet cruel declaration hung over Xiao Lin’s head like an invisible blade.

The air in the room completely froze.

In the shadows of the corner, Xiao Lin seemed to have all his life force drained, becoming a silent, motionless statue.

The almost space-tearing violent aura he carried vanished completely at the soft title of “Teacher.”

In its place was something far more terrifying.

A silence as deep as the abyss, where not even light could penetrate.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved Gu Qingfeng’s lips. He was enjoying the scene before him.

He knew Xiao Lin too well.

For this lone wolf who adhered only to logic, no blade on the battlefield could harm him. What could truly kill him was this helplessness—watching his treasure rely on his mortal enemy right before his eyes.

Each word, each action, was like torturing his pride, piece by piece.

Gu Qingfeng slowly adjusted his pristine sleeves and spoke in a voice as gentle as if he were concerned for an old friend.

“Marshal, Ningning’s mental sea has just stabilized. It’s still very fragile. Any stimulation could be harmful.”

He lifted his eyes, scanning the almost uncontrollable, yet forcibly suppressed, pheromones radiating from Xiao Lin. With a suggestive smile, he said:

“Here… your pheromones are too strong. It’s not suitable for his recovery. Why don’t I take charge and transfer him to the sterile special care ward in the Imperial Palace? They have the empire’s top medical facilities, which will benefit his recovery more.”

Every word was flawless, each dripping with the pretense of “care for Ningning.”

Yet, in truth, each word pushed Xiao Lin toward letting go, toward a dead end.

In the shadows, the tall figure finally moved.

Xiao Lin stepped out from the darkness, standing again in the light.

His face was pale, devoid of blood, and in those dark-gold eyes, all the previously turbulent emotions—jealousy, rage, frustration—had settled. Only a cold, hard obstinacy remained, frozen like ice.

He looked at Gu Qingfeng and swallowed with difficulty, uttering two words.

“No need.”

His voice was hoarse, like rusty iron scraping together, yet it struck with undeniable force.

Each word was deliberate, as if he were using every ounce of his strength to declare:

“My residence is the safest place in the entire empire.”

“He goes nowhere.”

Gu Qingfeng’s smile deepened, and a flash of satisfaction glimmered in his eyes.

He had already anticipated Xiao Lin’s reaction.

This beast, whose reverse scales had been touched, could never easily give up the treasure he had fought to bring home.

“Xiao Lin, don’t be so stubborn.” Gu Qingfeng sighed lightly, putting on a “I really can’t help you” look of regret. “I’m only doing this for Ningning’s sake. Acting this way will only make things more troublesome.”

No sooner had his words fallen…

“Bang——!”

A heavy military boot struck the ground outside the door!

Immediately followed by the uniform, skin-crawling scraping of metal mechanisms.

It wasn’t one person.

It was an army.

The royal attendant who had just escorted Gu Qingfeng in had returned.

Expressionless, he stood at the doorway. Behind him, a mass of silver-armored Royal Guards. Their latest model pulse rifles were aimed coldly and silently, blocking every exit.

The room’s air seemed instantly sucked out.

The medical team members’ legs went weak; they almost collapsed to their knees.

This time, the expressionless attendant held a scroll sealed with imperial golden thread.

In the dead silence, he slowly unfurled it before everyone.

A cold, mechanical voice, devoid of emotion, rang through the room:

“By order of His Majesty and the Imperial Senate: ‘Moon God’ Ningning is the empire’s supreme treasure. His safety concerns the empire’s fate. Considering that Marshal Xiao Lin’s residence has an unsuitable pheromone environment, and that you personally are emotionally unstable, you are unfit to be ‘Moon God’s’ guardian.”

The attendant paused, lifting his eyes. His gaze, devoid of warmth, pinned Xiao Lin like a nail.

“To ensure Ningning’s safety, Marshal Xiao Lin is hereby ordered to immediately hand Ningning over to the Royal Medical Team. Any defiance—”

He deliberately emphasized, each word striking like thunder:

“—will be treated as ‘treason’! The Imperial Guard has the authority to take all necessary measures!”

“Treason!”

Those three words were more terrifying than the dark gun barrels at the door.

The medical team’s faces turned ashen; they forgot even to breathe, covering their mouths for fear of making a sound.

It was over.

Completely over.

This was no longer just a personal feud between the Marshal and the Second Prince.

Not only the sickly, greedy emperor, but now the empire’s highest authority—the Senate—stood against Xiao Lin.

It was a net woven from imperial law, a political death trap.

No one could oppose the empire’s highest will alone.

“Sigh.”

Gu Qingfeng stood by, perfectly displaying a trace of “regret and sorrow,” softly coaxing Xiao Lin: “See, Xiao Lin, things have come to this. It’s not good for anyone. Hand him over quickly. Don’t be foolish. His Majesty and the Senate are also concerned for Ningning’s wellbeing.”

His act was flawless, like a truly worried mediator.

Yet, deep in his smiling eyes, the thrill of watching a good show was unmistakable.

He wanted it this way.

Step by step, he wanted to push this rebellious beast to the brink.

To force him to openly oppose the entire empire for the sake of that boy!

Then, Xiao Lin would become the empire’s universally condemned traitor, and Gu Qingfeng could “rescue” and “protect” the empire’s treasure from the hands of a traitor.

A perfect double win.

All eyes were fixed on Xiao Lin, waiting to see his choice.

Would he abandon the boy he loved to preserve his power and life?

Or would he risk everything for the one who called another’s name in dreams, shattering himself in the process?

Xiao Lin didn’t look at anyone.

He didn’t look at the attendant reading the edict, nor at Gu Qingfeng acting, nor at the army outside that could turn him into a sieve in an instant.

His gaze passed through all of them, landing on the closed door behind him.

Behind the door was his regained treasure.

The only light in his barren world.

He imagined Ningning lying in bed, sleeping peacefully, brows relaxed, perhaps even a satisfied curve on his lips…

The thought made his heart ache as if an invisible hand had carved a chunk from it.

But the thought of handing him over…

Into the deep, bottomless prison of the Imperial Palace, into the hands of the sly, smiling Gu Qingfeng…

A fear deeper than death itself gripped his soul.

No.

Absolutely not.

No one could take him away.

No one.

Xiao Lin’s gaze gradually changed.

The surging anger, sharp jealousy, helpless pain—all of it condensed, compressed, and crystallized into a terrifying calm.

Like the eerie calm of the sea before a storm.

He slowly lifted his hand.

Under the astonished, fearful, and disbelieving gazes of all, his hand grasped the sword at his waist, the symbol of the empire marshal’s highest honor and authority.

“Clang——!”

A sharp metallic note pierced the suffocating silence!

The sword left its sheath!

The razor-sharp blade reflected a chilling light under the lamp, illuminating the man’s dark-gold, no-longer-human eyes.

He had made his choice.

“Marshal!” the attendant’s face changed drastically, shouting, “What are you doing? Are you openly defying the order?!”

Xiao Lin didn’t answer.

He simply turned the sword horizontally, giving a clear answer through action.

The empire’s blade, which could cut through iron, was not pointed at any enemy, but firmly laid between him and the world outside the door.

With his body and sword, he built a fragile yet unbreakable defense for the boy behind the door.

His hoarse voice rang out, word by word, to everyone:

“If you want him…”

“…step over my dead body.”

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